Testo Long Journey - Boosie Badazz
Testo della canzone Long Journey (Boosie Badazz), tratta dall'album Incarcerated
I'ma do this for the struggle
All the niggas tryna take us to court
Niggas tryna take us to court
All the niggas tryna slow us down
We ain't gonna let you slow us down, nigga
All the rumors
All the rumors
That they know ain't true but they still spread 'em
All that shit
All that shit
But we thank God for everything he gave us
We don't need that nigga
I sent some kisses up to heaven for my people who couldn't make it
Hold on, we all gotta go home
Yeah
'Member that late night in the studio, me, you and Q?
'Member that band that fit 12 but we put 22?
We recorded in a trailer
Grands at night, gotta make a hit before I set that trap tonight
I wanna thank God for everything, everything
He done done for this little gangsta, man
You ain't know I never change with a million dollars
Nah
And we ain't gotta hang, nigga, but we still partners
Money coming like a freight train, we smoking good
Nigga go home just to ride big through the hood
We living good
Trill Entertainment
Pussy niggas tryna take us to court
Every time you look around a nigga spending some dough
But I wanna thank him for the blessing he gave me
The 30 minutes on stage for them 10 G's baby
Thank you
Dear God, I thank you for
I thank you
Everything you gave to us
Everything
You kept them devils away from us
Watch over me
Yeah, you finally made a way for us
Thank you
Dear God, I thank you for
I thank you
Everything you gave to us
Everything
You kept them devils away from us
Watch over me
Yeah, you finally made a way for us
Thank you
I came from the dirt meat, some rough streets
To be something you had to be a G
Them niggas 12, 13, going on 23
Counting cheese out the box, bandana
Tied all side with a Glock and rocks
Niggas dropped straight out of school 'cause we ain't making a dime
Told me I need a education, told them bitches they lying
Told me no way I ever make it to get a straight ass job
Hit the streets, no application, I was already out
Can't deny it, there still be times I wish I could've rewinded
Got with Madonna, kicked knowledge, completed assignments
Put my gas by my side and made myself a little promise
Work, robbing or rhyming, I'm coming out shining
I bought my share of nines, loved my share of nines
Fucked my share of bitches, fucked over a couple niggas
Say God, you my dog and I pray you keep fucking with me
Went bad ball, now I gotta watch over a couple niggas
Look
Dear God, I thank you for
I thank you
Everything you gave to us
Everything
You kept them devils away from us
Watch over me
Yeah, you finally made a way for us
Thank you
Dear God, I thank you for
I thank you
Everything you gave to us
Everything
You kept them devils away from us
Watch over me
Yeah, you finally made a way for us
Thank you
It was you that made them niggas miss when they shot
It was you that made me leave right before they hit the block
It was you that helped me feed my children when they need it
It was you that helped me out with this shit called diabetes
It was you on stage when I was rocking my shows
You the rubber when I be fucking my hoes
Just stay with me
I gotta thank him for my kids, they motivate me
And every hating ass nigga who ever sold ya hate me
Keep on, we gone forever have they head gone
Diamonds all over like I'm kin to Fred Flintstone
Kids see me in the street, they love Boosie
They say, "What's happening badass," and throw up they deuces
Dear God, I thank you for
I thank you
Everything you gave to us
Everything
You kept them devils away from us
Watch over me
Yeah, you finally made a way for us
Thank you
Dear God, I thank you for
I thank you
Everything you gave to us
Everything
You kept them devils away from us
Watch over me
Yeah, you finally made a way for us
Thank you
Credits
Writer(s): Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch, Bruce Rome
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